The big star has a prince syndrome

The "delivery guy" came out of the residential complex where Ye Yan lived and got on a van on the side of the road.

He took off his hat and saw Wu Qiong's sinister eyes in the rearview mirror filled with excitement. He drove away immediately without stopping.

Ye Yan often shops online, and sometimes he can't even remember when he bought something.

So when Xiao Rui handed him the package, he continued to gnaw on his chicken wings silently, without any curiosity about the contents of the express delivery.

"Boss, is this a gift from the brand? The information is not even complete."

"What?" Ye Yan asked casually, not realizing what she meant.

"There's no recipient's name or phone number on it. Did you specifically ask the brand not to disclose your information and home address?"

Xiao Rui guessed that celebrities value privacy and would definitely not let the courier know that Ye Yan lived in this house.

There was nothing wrong with her thinking this way, because she guessed correctly that anything sent by the brand would not contain any unnecessary information.

"This is the rule of the entertainment industry. I don't need to tell them. Bring it here and let me see it."

Ye Yan wanted to know which business company sent it to him because there was no logo on the package.

He put down the chicken bones in his hand and wiped his hands, then took the black paper box handed to him by Xiao Rui and tore open the seal.

The package was not sealed with tape, but only with an oval black sticker that could be torn open with bare hands.

When I opened it, there was no product inside, just a large envelope on the thick raffia.

Wasn't it a gift from the brand? Ye Yan thought, because the sponsor would only give him their own products. He remembered clearly that he had never accepted an endorsement that was small enough to fit in an envelope.

Ye Yan picked up the envelope and touched it. The touch made his eyes flicker.

It's a photo. Celebrities are most averse to receiving such anonymous photos because there is only one possibility in this situation: either it's paparazzi or it's a stalker.

I don’t have any private matters worth negotiating with the paparazzi, Ye Yan recalled. It’s impossible for what happened between him and Xu Qingran to be discovered, absolutely impossible.

Driven by curiosity, he quickly opened the envelope, and there were indeed photos inside, photos of him in different styles on various occasions.

These photos were well taken, and it was obvious that the person who took them had some basic photography skills. Ye Yan looked at them one by one and gradually let down his guard.

Just when he thought these might have been sent to him by a fan or the media as souvenirs, a photo of him and Xu Qingran kissing in the garage suddenly caught his sight.

He remembered that day, after finishing the notice, they walked out of the garage and walked behind the crowd. When they passed a corner, Xu Qingran suddenly put her arm around his shoulders and kissed him secretly.

Just for a moment, he thought he was hiding, and that place required a pass to enter, and there were people on duty at each entrance and exit 24 hours a day, so it was impossible for someone who wanted to take a secret photo of him to get in.

He was still quite calm. As a celebrity, how many of them had not received "demand notes" from paparazzi? This was not uncommon. There was only one thing he couldn't understand.

This kind of thing is usually sent to the agency, and this is the first time he has seen it delivered to the celebrity himself.

Just when he thought this was a common paparazzi blackmail method in the entertainment industry, he discovered that the last photo was facing up and was covered with words.

"Xiao Yan, have you considered being my model? I'm your loyal fan, the one who bought you ice cream last time and gave you my business card. Actually, we've met before, eight years ago!

I don't know if you still remember me. Back then, you were just an adult, working as a stand-in for a movie. I was also working as a behind-the-scenes artist on the set of "Feng Hua Xue Yue"! I loved you back then. You looked so beautiful in women's clothing...

Later, you had a conflict with the crew. I heard they took some photos during filming that you didn't like. I was actually there at the time; I was a photography assistant that day...

I'm really sorry. I also took some secret photos at that time and no one knew about it. They really have artistic value, but Pei Sujun didn't know how to appreciate them and bought the crew's negatives as black material. The only thing left is probably the one in my phone.

My biggest wish in this life is to take another set of unique and stunning photos for you!

I have been waiting for you to contact me since I gave you your business card last time. I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long. I am looking forward to it..."

The entire article did not mention anything about him and Xu Qingran, but now Ye Yan hoped that the other party was using their relationship to threaten him.

After reading the above content, Ye Yan, who was originally calm, suddenly had his pupils shrink. After a moment, he turned the photo paper over with trembling hands.

After seeing the image clearly, his hand lost its strength instantly and the photo slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

Under Xiao Rui's horrified gaze, he overturned all the dishes on the table to the ground. The boiling hot chicken soup splashed on his hands and instantly burned his skin red.

But he seemed not to feel the pain, and he stepped on the porcelain tiles in his slippers and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Why haven't all the people from that crew died yet... Didn't he say he would help me solve it? Why is it still like this, why?!"

Ye Yan's eyes were red and she was almost in a state of collapse. She was as sudden as the rain in June. Xiao Rui was already scared silly, but she still rushed forward to hold his hand to check his injuries.

"You're burned? Go take a shower!"

Ye Yan ignored her reminder, pushed her away, walked to the sofa, picked up his phone and made a call.

Xu Qingran had just gotten off the plane and was on his way back to the company. As soon as he took out his mobile phone and turned off the flight mode, Ye Yan called.

You missed me right after I left? Xu Qingran thought to himself, the smile on his lips harder to suppress than AK.

"What's wrong? I just got off the plane."

"Let me ask you, I told you before that there was a fan who was following me and gave me his business card. You said you would help me deal with it. How did you deal with it..."

Ye Yan held the phone in her swollen hands and spoke with forced calmness.

At the same time, Xiao Rui, who was at a loss, had picked up the photo that made Ye Yan collapse from the porcelain fragments and vegetable soup on the ground.

Is this Ye Yan?

Xiao Rui looked at the photo, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

Xu Qingran carefully recalled what Ye Yan said, and it really made him remember it.

"I'm sorry, I forgot... I was so busy with work after I got back that time... Did he harass you again? I'll have someone check right away. I wrote down the man's information. His name is Wu Qiong, right?"

How could he have forgotten such an important thing? Xu Qingran was very disgusted with his memory. He was only in his twenties and it would be like this in the future.

Fortunately, those fanatical fans only resort to harassment tactics. It’s not too late for me to deal with it now, Xu Qingran thought. I must compensate him well in the future.

"Forgot, huh? I get it... It's okay. I understand you're busy with work. Now that you're done, hang up."

Ye Yan was disheartened and terrifyingly calm.

He hung up the phone first, and stood there with a blank look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul. After a long while, Xiao Rui ran to him, screaming.

"Boss, your feet are bleeding! Sit down and I'll get the medicine box."

He then lowered his head to see that it was his heel, probably pricked by a piece of porcelain. The wound was not big, but blood had formed an egg-sized stain on his slippers.

If Xiao Rui hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have noticed it, because he didn't feel any pain at all, including the hand that was severely burned and about to blister.